Put Them On A Poster To Hoist Up On A Rope
Get up!
Like you've been through it.
Get up!
To yourself prove it.
Get up...
And chase your troubles away.
Get up!
Like you've been through it.
Get up!
To yourself prove it.
Get up...
And chase your troubles away.
Singing sad blues,
Those songs have been sung!
Get up!
Like you've been through it.
Get up!
To yourself prove it.
Get up...
And chase your troubles away.
Singing sad blues,
Those songs have been sung!
With an overkill that's been long overdone.
Seek inside with faith you know that will overcome...
Those woes needing no more makeovers.
Put them on a poster to hoist up on a rope.
And announce to all you know...
You've-let -that go!
And getcha gitcha yo'self up!
Like you've been through it.
Get up!
To yourself prove it.
Get up...
And chase your troubles away.
Git-git-git get yourself up!
Like you've been through it.
Get up!
To yourself prove it.
Get up...
And chase your troubles away.
Singing sad blues,
Those songs have been sung!
With an overkill that's been long overdone.
Seek inside with faith you know that will overcome...
Those woes needing no more makeovers.
Seek inside with faith you know that will overcome...
Those woes needing no more makeovers.
Seek inside with faith you know that will overcome...
Those woes needing no more makeovers.
Singing sad blues,
Those songs have been sung!
Put them on a poster to hoist up on a rope.
And announce to all you know...
You've-let -that go!
Put them on a poster to hoist up on a rope.
Put them on a poster to hoist up on a rope.
Put them on a poster to hoist up on a rope.
And announce to all you know...
You've-let -that go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gone Are Those Sad Songs Sung
Gone are those sad songs,
Sung begun some sang.
With the singing of those sad songs,
Gone
Once sung 'then' now no one sings,
With a wish to begin them again.
Too many on the streets.
Now too accustomed to fresh beats,
Declare they will not be defeated.
By a repeating of old tunes.
Too many collectively.
Have decided to leave.
Gone are those sad songs,
Sung begun some sang.
With the singing of those sad songs,
Gone.
Once sung now no one chooses to sing,
With a wish to begin them again.
Solos and duets seem for many more accepted.
With a clouding once done to dim overcasting skies.
Clearing now as a harmony begins,
To find eyes brightening.
With a listening to voices heard.
And giving each one specific attention.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sing to Me Your Love Songs
Sing to me your love songs.
And I will sing to you,
No blues of those experiences...
I've seen and have lived through.
Sing to me those love songs sung,
And I will sing to you...
Of a love I knew.
With no lasting harmony,
Starting in the beginning when it begun.
I wish, I do...
Since meeting you,
I could begin with a freshness...
Clear of heartbreak,
That seemed to pain as it grew.
I wish, I do...
I could be free,
Of long lasting memories.
That come to haunt...
As in pursuit,
To destroy me emotionally.
Sing!
Sing to me your love songs.
And I'll sing to you...
Of no sorrows I knew.
Sing!
Sing to me of those love songs...
I've been needing desperately.
Don't stop if from eyes tears drop.
This may be the start...
Of pushing old pains kept away.
Sing to me your love songs sweet...
I feel a presence,
Of something wanted I need to stay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Velvet Rope (feat. Vanessa Mae)
Featuring Vanessa Mae]
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
This special need
That's within us
Brings out the best
Yet worst in us
Follow the passion
That's within you
Living the truth
Will set you free
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
Put others down
To fill us up
Oppressing me
Will oppress you
Outside leave judgment
Outside leave hate
One love's the answer
You'll find in you
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
song performed by by Janet Jackson
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The Sun Came Out Today
The sun came out today
to chase my blues away.
It didn’t want me to feel glum,
it wanted me to go out and have fun.
It knew how sad I’d been feeling,
so it came out to raise my smile.
It wanted me to feel happy
though the sky was cloudy and grey,
so the sun came out today
to chase my blues away.
I feel much more happier
and my life is lifted with my smile,
because the sun came out today
to chase my blues away.
19 January 2009
poem by David Harris
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Blow Away
May your troubles blow away,
so far away, with the whistling wind,
never to pass this way, ever again;
your feet on your own path
follow it faithfully, don't ever look back.
May your troubles blow away.
a smile on your face
knowing you go at your own pace.
May your troubles blow away.
even if friends who care are very few
you do what you've got to do.
May your troubles blow away.
stay forever true
to what it is your heart says to you.
May your troubles blow away.
don't lose hope
just keep going, and cut the binding ropes.
May your troubles blow away.
when everyone says you're different, and should change
you remember, you've got your own soul, your own name.
May your troubles blow away.
if you ever feel all alone
look way ahead, in the dark see there, the glowing lights of home.
May your troubles blow away.
keep singing the song God gave your soul
you know, somehow, you'll get where it is you've got to go.
May your troubles blow away,
so far away, with the whistling wind,
never to pass this way, ever again.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Payday Long Overdue
No one knows,
What you go through each day.
But there are some with 'something' to say...
About what it is,
That you do...
To get done.
No one knows,
How it is that you feel.
But opinions given they will reveal.
Just to get the satisfaction...
To opened ears to appeal.
But you know that...
Your payday coming for you is overdue.
For those dues paid that you've been through.
With no sad songs sung heard,
To come from you.
So get that payday long overdue.
You've been through what no one ever knew.
Leave those sad songs,
For others who sing the blues.
And you know that,
Your payday coming for you is overdue.
For those dues paid that you've been through.
With no sad songs sung heard,
To come from you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bad Dog Blues
I've got me a bad dog
Yeah, he's a mean old boy.
I've got me a bad dog
He's sure a mean old boy
He won't answer when
I call him, lawd, he treats
me like a toy.
He's so ornery
I've got to chase him down
each time he roams.
He's so ornery
I've got to chase him down
each times he roams.
Seems like everytime I
turn around I'm dragging
that sorry dog home.
He know's he's a bad dog
when he eats holes in my shoes.
He know's he's a bad dog
when he eats holes in my shoes.
He just looks at me with
sad eyes that seem to say even
bad dogs get the blues.
He looks at me with
pleading eyes and says
'Even bad dogs get the blues.'
poem by Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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Just 'Another' Day
Always...
There will be,
New songs with a singing sung.
And memories to remember done,
Until those who have them...
Take them away,
From this reality with their leaving.
Always...
There will be many who will never appreciate,
The dawn they have been given...
To view as just 'another' day.
Noon until Sunset,
With stars seen twinkling freely...
To cast our hopes and dreams upon,
Bring yawns to some.
Without a gazing upon the Moonlight...
As bright as it is shown to come.
Others will be amazed,
They have been blessed to witness life this way.
And yet,
There will be some amongst us left...
Who could care less how selfish they are.
And thoughtless,
To express a thankfulness.
Always...
There will be,
New songs with a singing sung.
And memories to remember done,
Until those who have them...
Take them away,
From this reality with their leaving.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Come Inside
Anytime you find yourself outside.
Think of me...
As close,
Inside!
Anytime you find yourself wanting touches!
Touch me too.
As I will you!
Why don't you...
Come inside,
And leave those troubles outside.
Come inside...
And leave,
Your troubles.
Come inside,
And leave those troubles outside.
Come,
And stay!
It's...
Okay.
Anytime you find yourself outside.
Think of me...
As close,
Inside!
Anytime you find yourself wanting,
Touches!
Touch me too.
As I will you!
Come, come, come on...
Inside.
Leave those troubles outside.
Come inside...
And leave,
Your troubles.
Come inside,
And leave those troubles outside.
Come,
And stay!
It's...
Okay.
Come inside.
Leave those troubles outside.
Come inside...
And leave-those-troubles!
Come inside,
And leave those troubles outside.
Come,
And stay!
It's...
Okay.
Come inside...
You've been invited.
Come inside,
You've-been-IN-vited!
Come inside,
And leave those troubles outside.
Come,
And stay!
It's...
Okay.
Come,
And stay!
It's...
Okay.
Come inside.
It's...
Okay.
Come inside.
It's...
Okay.
Come inside.
It's...
Okay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like a Magnet Glued
You can't chase me.
Chase me away.
I'm like a magnet glued.
And with you I want to stay.
You can't chase me.
Chase me away.
Whatever I have to prove...
Allow me to do that with you.
Clouds with thunder,
Whip up winds on me.
To split and break us up.
As if that is enough.
But I'm not the one easy to flee.
I just smile when the rain appears.
I want to make it clear,
I'm here for any storm!
With you I do belong!
Even when the bolt of lightning strikes...
I will not hide in fear from fright.
Or decide to a flight from sight!
Clouds with thunder,
Whip up winds on me.
To split and break us up.
As if that is enough.
But I'm not the one easy to flee.
I just smile when the rain appears.
I want to make it clear,
I'm here for any storm!
With you I do belong!
You can't chase me.
Chase me away.
Whatever I have to prove...
Allow me to do that with you.
You can't chase me.
Chase me away.
I'm like a magnet glued.
And with you I want to stay...
Whatever it takes,
To erase mistakes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Look Into The Sun
Took a sad song of one sweet evening
I smiled and quickly turned away.
Its not easy singing sad songs
But still the easiest way I have to say.
So when you look into the sun
And see the things we havent done --
Oh was it better then to run
Than to spend the summer crying.
Now summer cannot come anyway.
I had waited for time to change her.
The only change that came was over me.
She pretended not to want love --
I hope she was only fooling me.
So when you look into the sun
Look for the pleasures nearly won.
Or was it better then to run
Than to spend the summer singing.
And summer could have come in a day.
So if you hear my sad song singing
Remember who and what you nearly had.
Its not easy singing sad songs
When you can sing the song to make me glad.
So when you look into the sun
And see the words you could have sung:
Its not too late, only begun,
We can still make summer.
Yes, summer always comes anyway.
So when you look into the sun
And see the words you could have sung:
Its not too late, only begun.
Look into the sun.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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When Faith Runs Dry
When faith runs dry in times of stress
And sighs are all that's left,
I reach down deep and pray, 'God bless! '
Although I feel bereft.
Bereft of joy, bereft of hope,
Bereft of inner peace,
I ask the Lord to help me cope,
For troubles seldom cease.
I don't start singing happy songs
Or dancing round the room,
For they won't cure me of life's wrongs
As optimists assume.
It's faith and strength and courage, too,
Not wishful thinking, friend...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XV. -- A Little Bird In The Air
A little bird in the air
Is singing of Thyri the fair,
The sister of Svend the Dane;
And the song of the garrulous bird
In the streets of the town is heard,
And repeated again and again.
Hoist up your sails of silk,
And flee away from each other.
To King Burislaf, it is said,
Was the beautiful Thyri wed,
And a sorrowful bride went she;
And after a week and a day,
She has fled away and away,
From his town by the stormy sea.
Hoist up your sails of silk,
And flee away from each other.
They say, that through heat and through cold,
Through weald, they say, and through wold,
By day and by night, they say,
She has fled; and the gossips report
She has come to King Olaf's court,
And the town is all in dismay.
Hoist up your sails of silk,
And flee away from each other.
It is whispered King Olaf has seen,
Has talked with the beautiful Queen;
And they wonder how it will end;
For surely, if here she remain,
It is war with King Svend the Dane,
And King Burislaf the Vend!
Hoist up your sails of silk,
And flee away from each other.
Oh, greatest wonder of all!
It is published in hamlet and hall,
It roars like a flame that is fanned!
The King--yes, Olaf the King--
Has wedded her with his ring,
And Thyri is Queen in the land!
Hoist up your sails of silk,
And flee away from each other.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Ad Moodium
Tut! Moody, do not try to show
To gentlemen and ladies
That if they have not 'Faith,' they'll go
Headlong to Hades.
Faith is belief; and how can I
Have that by being willing?
This dime I cannot, though I try,
Believe a shilling.
Perhaps you can. If so, pray do-
Believe you own it, also.
But what seems evidence to you
I may not call so.
Heaven knows I'd like the Faith to think
This little vessel's contents
Are liquid gold. I see 'tis ink
For writing nonsense.
Minds prone to Faith, however, may
Come now and then to sorrow:
They put their trust in truth to-day,
In lies to-morrow.
No doubt the happiness is great
To think as one would wish to;
But not to swallow every bait,
As certain fish do.
To think a snake a cord, I hope,
Would bolden and delight me;
But some day I might think a rope
Would chase and bite me.
'Curst Reason! Faith forever blest!'
You're crying all the season.
Well, who decides that Faith is best?
Why, Mr. Reason.
He's right or wrong; he answers you
According to your folly,
And says what you have taught him to,
Like any polly.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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There's a little vanity chair that Charlie gave me the first Christmas we knew each other. I'll not be parting with that, nor our bed - the four-poster - I'll be needing that to die in.
quote by Helen Hayes
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There's a little vanity chair that Charlie gave me the first Christmas we knew each other. I'll not be parting with that, nor our bed-the four-poster-I'll be needing that to die in.
quote by Helen Hayes
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A Love Song
Why do people cry
When they hear the word goodbye
In a love song?
Tears are sure to fall
When you know they gave it all
In a love song.
Somehow two lovers get a chance
At a beautiful romance
And you wish it could be you.
'Cause everybody's needing
What the singers all are singing
In a love song.
It can tear you apart
'Cause a word can break a heart
In a love song.
They say all the things you feel
And they make it sound so real
In a love song.
It seems that everything they say
Is said in such a way
That we believe it's true.
'Cause everybody's needing
What the singers all are singing
In a love song.
Each of us know
There's no guarantee
We'll ever find love.
And in the songs that we share
The heartache is there
To remind us.
New love brings a thrill
And we know it always will
In a love song.
Happiness can leave
But it helps if we believe
In a love song.
There's a part of you and me
In every memory
That tells us who we are.
And everybody's needing.
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Rescue
If I said I'd lost my way
Would you sympathise
Could you sympathise?
I'm jumbled up
Maybe I'm losing my touch
I'm jumbled up
Maybe I'm losing my touch
But you know I didn't have it anyway
Won't you come on down to my
Won't you come on down to my rescue
Things are wrong
Things are going wrong
Can you tell that in a song
I don't know what I want anymore
First I want a kiss and then I want it all
Won't you come on down to my
Won't you come on down to my rescue
Rescue, rescue, rescue
Things are wrong
Things are going wrong
Can you tell that in a song
Losing sense of those harder things
Is this the blues I'm singing?
Is this the blues I'm singing?
Is this the blues I'm singing?
Is this the blues I'm singing?
Won't you come on down to my
Won't you come on down to my rescue
Is this the blues I'm singing
Won't you come on down to my rescue
Won't you come on down to my
Won't you come on down to my
Won't you come on down to my
Won't you come on down to my
(Is this the blues I'm singing?)
Won't you come on down to my
(Rescue)
Won't you come on down to my
(Is this the blues I'm singing?)
(Rescue)
Won't you come on down to my
(Is this the blues I'm singing?)
(Rescue)
Won't you come on down to my
(Is this the blues I'm singing?)
(Rescue)
Won't you come on down to my
(Is this the, I'm singing)
Won't you come on down to my
(Is this the, I'm singing)
song performed by by Idlewild
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Skip Away
I was walking, talking today
And a little girl came skipping my way
Reciting some silly nonsense song
Wasn't long before she was gone
' skip a rope '
A good friend in the middle of the night
rang up involved in her plight
On her behalf could I say a few words
Why of course and now they are heard
' skip a rope '
Then when the Sun comes out to play
We all perk up and listen to her say
Then we all smile from deeply inside
And from within the Sunshine can't hide
' skip a rope '
And with sadness you have to go
Across the ocean so far it's so
But when you land you extend your hand
from there to here and back again
' skip a rope '
poem by Midnights Voice
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Brooklyn Blues
Words by Bruce Sussman and Jack Feldman
Music By Barry Manilow
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See I flew in from the West Coast
Just the other day.
Yes, I flew in from the West Coast
and we circled J.F.K.
The movie ended and I pulled up the shade,
looked out the window while the Muzak played.
But in my head I'm singin',
singin' the Brooklyn Blues.
Oh, yea.
When you're growin' up in Brooklyn
the Bridge is like a friend.
Said when you're growin' up in Brooklyn
that Bridge is sure your friend.
Because that river, looks a hundred miles wide
when all your dreams are on the other side,
and th at can start you singin'
singin' the Brooklyn Blues.
Oh, yea.
Now I've got myself some money
a mansion in Bel-aire.
Yes I've spent a lot of money
and I"ve been most ev'ry-where.
But still there's somethin' missin' I"ve got to find,
a part of me I must've left behind,
that makes a guy start feelin',
feelin' those Brooklyn Blues.
My my.
I've sung love songs to a princess
more than once or twice.
I"ve sung rock 'n' roll in Paris,
jazz in paradise.
But there's a song of mine I couldn't have sung,
a tune I started back when I was young.
Now I've come home to finish,
finish my Brooklyn Blues.
My Brooklyn Blues.
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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